Try read from eyes in all details,
A word vouched dies with all details.
Lies can’t be wise with all details,
Truth infers from lies all details.
The cool hearth cooled off my hunger,
Hush did apprise with all details.
What can’t be told in all details,
My silence tries in all details.
What can’t be said but left unsaid,
Reserve espies in all details.
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Ghazal |17.09.2025 | eyes, lies, silence, truth, words
Unsure on way I was vacillating,
My thoughts walked way ahead me waiting there.
Now I’ll reach you, love, ere feet reaching there,
And wet you with love ere rain raining there.
A few of our friends when come to meet us
Shall barge in ere e’en air entering there.
I try and soothe senses of your kind soul,
You pause plucking flowers flourishing there,
I tell you, flowers will die anyway,
And shall die a slow death suffering there.
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Ghazal |16.09.2025 | flowers, friend, love, rain
On love’s straightforward way I slipped,
When careless, gone astray, I slipped.
When taking a shortcut in life,
Walking on feet of clay I slipped.
Spoiled a spotless pure persona,
When on a one night’s stay I slipped.
She’s not the same person since then,
Forgotten I’ve today, I’d slipped.
And still, courage the least I have
To confess it and say I’d slipped.
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Ghazal | 14.09.2025 | life, love,
Tell me, when we meet with a smile,
Tell me of the fondness for love.
The taverns of the city have long vanished,
Tell me if you can bring wine to my lips.
Roses scattered on the paths you can gather,
Tell me if you can piece together the broken me.
Each moment has passed in trembling fear,
Tell me if you can become the final hope.
We usually move ahead without looking back,
Tell me if you can call me home again.
Even your presence feels like a punishment,
Tell me if I still live within you.
This mirror has already shattered,
Tell me if your eyes can still make sense of it.
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On the road I try each guise,
Today I’ll meet them with new eyes.
Life has left me time to spare,
I bring some idleness to share.
Some may perish in this flame,
I live on gladly, all the same.
A boundless show, yet sweet refrain,
Their voice keeps singing out my name.
Are these feelings just in vain?
Still alone, to them I wend my way again.
As flowers for fragrance suffer,
So does brave’s blind advance suffer.
Those that Moon’s silver deem dreary,
More so, full moon romance suffer.
Some who take bold chance with their life,
Some, as they take blind chance suffer.
Life oft makes us do hopeless dance,
Some make life’s very dance suffer.
Wooing, she starved me for one glance,
Married me by same glance suffer.
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Ghazal |11.09.2025 | chance, dance, death, fragrance, romance, war
Age can’t carry its carriage when,
No more gets born new courage then.
Age ponders penning a page when,
Life gets peeved of post-passage then.
New dares are hard to engage in
When, past quests get sung in rage then.
Mundane move ways of marriage when,
No room, new romance to stage then.
Tired, living long life of rage when,
The old man turns unto sage then.
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Ghazal | 10.09.2025 | carriage, courage, marriage, rage, sage, stage
The duties are paid, yet restless remain these eyes,
Without my beloved’s sight, in vain remain these eyes.
His radiance softened my roughness away,
Helpless in their watchful pain remain these eyes.
Truth is no healer holds a cure to impart,
Afflicted with the illness of heart remain these eyes.
I cannot accept that another may see,
Slayers of grief and disgrace remain these eyes.
“Bhav” still stands humbled in the endless queue,
Whether love’s confession or death remain these eyes.
In the picture you seemed far more fair,
Only smiling, only there.
Must it always be adorned attire?
Just behold the soul is there.
Not every moment is a dear one near,
Yet in the silence, she stands there.
In love, I’ve become like Huzaifa at last,
She rules the heights, her throne is there.
Peace itself has turned away from me,
Now let it be death or her, there.
I sat apart from life, too weary to live,
Even the breath I owed, I refused to give.
The curse of the world is rightful on me,
I thinned the trees, not the flowers to be.
In the end, the mind grows tired of love’s flame,
I made a firefly my partner in name.
Whatever the cause, it stands as a crime,
I drowned the swimmer in ocean’s prime.
You bartered away the hope of peace true,
And left the heart idle, absorbed in love’s hue.
Life, come thou unhurried to me,
Said she, it’s long buried, to me.
A strange sorrow once married me,
Wonder who’d it carried to me.
Once a bubble dared laugh at me,
Blown soon, it looked harried to me.
Where’s the strainer that filters sins?
The query stands parried to me.
What all my joys can sweep aside,
Such brooms have never worried me.
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Ghazal |05.09.2025| sorrow, sin, joy, life
Bring t’me seed of darkness special,
I’ll from dawn, of brightness special.
Thoughts crowd the mind dressed as special,
Some more so, some are less special.
What to wear, what not’s worth weighing,
In merit, one’s dress is special.
In today’s times of power and puff,
No less is one’s address special.
Bring to me a man bogged with blame,
Confess he’ll, goodness is special.
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Ghazal |03.09.2025| dress, bless, goodness, riddle
Love-lost, deprived of dream appears,
Like life-adrift- in-stream appears.
On wooing, winning his life’s love,
Full of vigour and vim appears.
As success, past string of defeats,
Like a triumphant team appears.
Man’s real Self as comes to light,
Nigh like up-rising cream appears,
Till then his pretending ego,
Non-Self, proper and prim appears.
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Ghazal |01.09.2025| dream, love, success, Self
Death arrives when sorrow takes flight,
Even the game shivers when played in fright.
A wound so strange, a pain so new,
I pledged my soul to the beloved’s view.
I longed for you, that was my claim,
Fulfilled at last—by your leaving’s flame.
For years a lone star graced my skies,
It hides away, yet returns through goodbyes.
What would it mean to have it all?
I lose my reason when things do fall.
Know the strength that silence keeps,
Restlessness grows when complaint speaks.
Cling to truth and let it stay,
The heart grows dim when joy decays.
O my companion, still your fire,
The world won’t burn from my desire.
They say that love is stripped of truth, but vain,
A tale retold, a sorrow’s old refrain.
Yet thou alone my heart in bondage keep,
Thy form in every realm my soul doth steep.
To snare the cunning idol few are fain,
For she is not a toy for market’s gain.
Thy street proclaims my name, yet none bestow
Thy union sweet, though dreams within me grow.
The portion giv’n me by the lowly sphere
Is nights of wakefulness and grief severe.
Each heart that keeps a breath of loyal flame
Must walk through thorns and bear the exile’s shame.
O heart, rejoice in absence, taste thy smart,
For ease of flesh brings sorrow to the heart.
Explanatory Footnotes:
lowly sphere – A poetic metaphor for the heavens or fate, often viewed as unjust or lowly despite its power.
cunning idol – The beloved, imagined as an idol both enchanting and sly, not easily captured or possessed.
union – Mystical or romantic union with the beloved; a central theme in Persian Sufi-inspired poetry.
absence – The state of separation from the beloved, a source of both pain and spiritual growth.
smart – Here used in its older sense, meaning pain or suffering.
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